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hellcat - trapland pat lyrics

[intro: eli fross]
(a guy by the name of pepperjack zoe)
(pepperjack zoe)
fross

[chorus: eli fross & trapland pat]
get blue cheese like rio, ayy
head crack sh*t like cee*lo, ayy
talk that sh*t, better get low, ayy
don’t want them dogs at your peephole, ayy
you don’t want them z’s walking down to catch one
back end, grab a scope, just attach one
want smoke? roll it up, we can match one
too much dirt in this match, grab the black one
like, f*ck n*gga mad, get your bread up, ayy
i was f*ckin’ on his b*tch, now he fed up, ayy
know we put sh*t down if you let up, ayy
tell trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy
’cause we way too st*rdy
thirty*six zips, that’s a birdy
been in thе game, no jersey
streets so slimе, they tryna take me out early
i pick and choose with them hoes ’cause they all ain’t worthy
[verse 1: eli fross]
know my n*ggas gotta talk that sh*t
h*llcat fast, but she still suck d*ck
bands on the tag, what it cost my drip
and this boy won’t last when he feel this clip

[verse 2: trapland pat]
nyc, high speed on the one*way
i just took off, them n*ggas still on the runway
murder on my mind, f*ck it, this a redrum day
rollin’ off x, plus we sippin’ on bombay

[verse 3: eli fross]
dead man, dead man, them guns out
no, we don’t talk much, we plot it out
bad b*tch wanna get lit, her tongue out
back then, she ain’t f*ck with me, but f*ck now

[verse 4: trapland pat]
four deep, pop out, hop out on the yukon
trapland booted, i don’t know what he on
sleep is for the week, so i don’t even sleep long
he thought he got a zip, but i gave that boy a deon

[verse 5: eli fross]
12 on my ass and i’m duckin’ them n*ggas
f*ck on my b*tch like i’m f*ckin’ my trigger
i get the bag and i’m talkin’ them digits
them boys on your ass ’cause that bag on your figgy
[verse 6: trapland pat]
i really ran a hundred k up off green dots
and i don’t f*ck with groupies, they be tryna take screenshots
i just cracked a seal, tryna see what this lean ’bout
and we don’t pick or choose, gotta wipe the whole team out

[chorus: eli fross & trapland pat]
get blue cheese like rio, ayy
head crack sh*t like cee*lo, ayy
talk that sh*t, better get low, ayy
don’t want them dogs at your peephole, ayy
you don’t want them z’s walking down to catch one
back end, grab a scope, just attach one
want smoke? roll it up, we can match one
too much dirt in this match, grab the black one
like, f*ck n*gga mad, get your bread up, ayy
i was f*ckin’ on his b*tch, now he fed up, ayy
know we put sh*t down if you let up, ayy
tell trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy
’cause we way too st*rdy
thirty*six zips, that’s a birdy
been in the game, no jersey
streets so slime, they tryna take me out early
i pick and choose with them hoes ’cause they all ain’t worthy

[outro: trapland pat & eli fross]
duh*duh*duh
get blue cheese like rio, ayy
duh*duh*duh
get blue cheese like rio, ayy
duh*duh*duh
get blue cheese like rio, ayy
duh*duh*duh
get blue cheese like rio, ayy

- trapland pat lyrics

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